Inside Grayson Foster's bedroom

04: Same Mistake

[Maddison Fren POV]

"Partner up!"

I slumped in my chair. Today was Career day, and right now I was sitting in front of a professional actor. I honestly should of known better than to mark acting as a career I might want to pursue in the future. Of course he was going to make us do some sort of stupid activity. Of course, that's not the problem, it's just that I'm really lazy... and I know absolutely no one here.

Sitting by myself, I watched as people stood and ran to their friends. It caught my eye that a bunch of girls were begging cute guys to work with them. I found myself wishing I would of picked something less social... like Technology or something.

"Excuse me, Miss?" The volunteered actor peers down at me. "Do you not have a partner?"

I bashfully shook my head. None of my friends, including Violet, wanted to do acting. Not that I did, either. I just thought it would be cool to see. So I was pretty much on my own here. Sooner or later, the class would be over, so it doesn't matter.

"Does anyone not have a partner?" His voice boomed, quieting the kids. Everyone looked around, muttering as they searched for a person who was alone. The number of people in this class was uneven, and I just so happened to be that one unlucky person. Heh.

"I think everyone already has a partner..." A girl speaks up.

"It's fine, I'm not feeling very well today. I can just—"

The door swung open, slamming into the wall. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"And who are you?" The actor asks the figure standing in the door. I glance at the clock. Class had already started eleven minutes ago.

"Grayson," he mutters, his hand shoved in his pocket and his book bag slung over his shoulder. His head was titled away from the actor, not taking interest in him—but in the plain posters on the wall.

The actor scanned the attendance paper. "Foster. Grayson Foster. I'm going to have to mark you as tardy, sir." The actor said dramatically, putting on a small play. Everyone did a fake laugh and continued to quietly chat.

"Go ahead." Grayson sighs and plops down in an empty chair.

The actor eyed him skeptically. "Well, you've arrived at just the right time." He put down his clip board and clapped his hands together. "You'll be working with this pretty young lady." He places his firm grip on my shoulder. I swear, I lost all color in my face.

"No! I mean... I really think I should just sit out..." I insist to the man.

"No need for that. Now everyone grab your partner and stand in front of each other." He orders, and everyone does as told.

I watch as Grayson scowled and stood. With every blood cell resisting, I stood as well and started over to Grayson... seeing that he wasn't going to come to me. God, he's so lazy. How does he even have abs?

"Just my luck, huh?" He teases rather harshly.

"It's not like I'm hyped to be partnered with a douche, either." I grumble crossing my arms. Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse. "What caused Prince Charming to be late this time? Making out with another random chick? Did you finally rescue the Princess from the Janitors closet?"

"You know me so well." He grins, rubbing the back of his neck. "Although, I wouldn't call her my Princess. More like..." he thinks long and hard. "The maid I'm secretly fooling with."

I muffled a chuckle, trying to look annoyed by his immaturity.

"Alright," The actor began explaining our activity. "Stand in front of your partner. Keep your arms by your sides. Look your partner right in the eye, and hold their stare."